Pride, Passion and Happiness: The Disappearing Artisan

I count the various opportunities to study abroad as among the most important formative experiences of my early years. One particular memory comes to mind this morning, as normalcy begins to return to the disrupted air travel in Europe from the volcano in Iceland last week.

Having just arrived in Bordeaux, France I was eager to start my graduate studies in international business at the Ecole Superieure de Commerce de Bordeaux. The trip from the train station to my new lodging was too far to handle on foot with my bags, so I hopped in the first available cab, greeted the driver and let him know where I was headed.

“Ah I know it well,” he said in soothing French in a tone that could only be generated by a fond memory being reborn. “It was one of my first stops as a professional cab chauffeur.” I was intrigued by his comment and his atmosphere, which was filled with both confidence and a comforting nostalgic air. Most cabs I had taken in other cities involved mutual grunts and sitting back while listening to a cell phone conversation in a language I couldn’t understand, so this was a rare treat!

The driver went on to explain with surprising humility that he felt was one of the last true cab driving artisans in France. A fourth generation cab driver, his elected and likely partly inherited profession filled him with pride and pleasure, or perhaps better put, he filled his career with pride and pleasure. The way he kept his car was as important to him as the way he treated his family. His conducted himself with the dignity of a dignitary, as if he was carrying the most important person on earth to the most important meeting on earth.

That reminds me of a joke I once heard in Michigan. The Pope was visiting Detroit and had to deliver Mass on the other end of town. He and his limousine driver left late from their previous engagement, and the Pope grew impatient with his driver’s overly cautious and slow driving. The Pope asked the driver to pull over and switch seats with him. The chauffeur, now hidden behind the darkened glass, sat back as the Pope gunned it down Woodward Avenue in an attempt to make it to the church on time. Unfortunately, one of Detroit’s finest pulled the limousine over and when the driver’s window rolled down the officer was taken aback and unsure what to do. He went back to his car and called the sergeant to say that he had just pulled over a V.I.P. When asked who it was, the officer said “I don’t know, but he must be pretty important. The Pope is his driver!”

At any rate, I felt like the Pope was my driver in this particular cab in the wonderful gated city of Bordeaux. The man I was privileged to ride with had so much pride and passion about his life, his job, his past and his future that I couldn’t find a better word to describe his state than “happiness.” Sheer and utter happiness.

I wonder what the results would be if we were to take a giant online poll of the working citizens in our country to ask how many felt an overwhelming sense of pride, passion and happiness in who they are and what they do for a living? Hopefully we’d get more responses than the government did in the recent Census 2010 (only 1 out of 3 people sent in their forms)!

There is no reason why we cannot find a way to rekindle the proud, humble and unifying spirit that gave birth to this nation in every aspect of our lives, here and now. It can happen in our schools, it can be sparked in our workplaces and it can be tended in the nest of home. Pride, passion and happiness needn’t be victims of progress. In fact, they can fuel progress in ways that we can’t even imagine.

Look at the world you center. Do you take great pride in it? Do you sweep the sidewalk at the storefront of your life daily, at daybreak? Do you polish the door latch on your front door and straighten the welcome mat for friends and enemies? Do you feel you have the opportunity, nay the responsibility to aim to be the best ever [enter your job title here]? If so, kudos to you. If not, get to it. (And have a wonderful day.)

6 Responses

Thanks for the great story, Gregg. I think it’s important to take stock of the coming day every morning, to give yourself a chance to “sweep the sidewalk” and have a fresh start. I have also noticed a certain feeling that comes from someone who really takes pride in doing the best job they can do, whatever their profession. The progress that they make in their job really spills over into the rest of their life, and you see a sense of contentment that is unrivaled in people who don’t share the same attitude. Imagine trying to be truly happy if you don’t take pride in something that fills at least 1/3 of your total time. It can’t be done!

This is much more powerful advice than it might appear!I often find myself questioning, am doing what I should be doing in the world? The bigger question should be, am I doing the best job, doing what I am doing right now? In any endeavor. I believe as was stated previously, this is a key to happiness. Not only can it bring delight to the one who tending to their world ith joy, but as you experienced, it brings joy to those who who enter the swept and manicured foyers of those who care!I believe this can be contagious and that one person can indeed impact many with this simple change of heart.

This is what separates the professional (enter your job title here) and those who just have a job. But when a company grows and promotes the professional is first to be considered and when a company downsizes those that just have a job are the first to get considered. Pride in yourself and what you do is inestimable to the company you work for.

“There is no reason why we cannot find a way to rekindle the proud, humble and unifying spirit that gave birth to this nation in every aspect of our lives, here and now.” It is the greatest privilege to be a citizen of our nation, and it is with high admiration that I read your posts each day. A tremendous week of posts, for business and for all aspects of living. Thank you!